Adventures with YouTube
I officially have a YouTube account. I...did not get it as quickly as I would have liked, namely because I was unaware that it was tied in with Google, and did you know that Google assumes you want all parts of your life tied in together? Yeah...no. So while I do in fact have a Gmail account, I refused to use it for my YouTube account, meaning I had to come up with a username. And, truthfully, it honestly took a while for me to figure out how to create a new account--I think I read the entirety of the ToS and privacy policy while attempting to fiddle around with where, exactly, I could make such an account. And then came the username issue; I'd wanted something along the lines of a name I use for camp-related stuff; no go. Okay...maybe I'll use the name of my main email address. Also a no-go. Meanwhile, because I didn't want my last name plastered all over the place, I initially went with my first and middle names as the name to show aside from the username, if that makes sense, so then it was coming up with all sorts of suggestions with those two, which are common enough that all the good combinations were taken and I'd have to have something like six or seven numbers after such a username in order to qualify. Yeah, not so much. It was kind of late in the day by then and I'm thinking, do I *really* want to do this tonight? I finally typed in my very first online username, the one I had solely to myself (my dad and I shared an email address very early on), and shockingly enough it had never been claimed. Well...okay, guess I'll go with it. I think it's hilarious that I'm having to default to a nearly 20-year-old online handle. So then, after that, I took the quick tour of YouTube, but instead of telling you how to upload videos, it's telling you how find the best kitten-yawning-in-a-window videos. Like...I'm not here to troll the web for kitten yawning videos. It's YouTube, where *you* supplies the viewing. I'm a you now. Let me share content. Man, I must be getting really old if it's taking me this long to figure things out. I need a 12-year-old in my life. So, anyway, after far too long (and not even counting the time spent reading the various policies), I got my first video loaded, my walking tour of camp. It's the only video on there as of yet, because I didn't take any other videos for a few days, and I'm not there yet. I've set the video to unlisted, meaning you can only visit it with a direct link. I may change that in the future, but we'll see.
So, who would like to take the walking tour of camp? I'll admit the camera work is shaky, and I didn't realize it was as windy as it was--or else I was creating a breeze, causing a wind sound. Oops. (See, what did I tell you--oops really was the word of the year.) However, you do get cameos of my oldest male counselor and the longest-serving dad, who tries to run me over in his car. Sure, it may look like the car didn't get that close to me, but it's the camera angle. Really. Also, please enjoy my huffing and puffing. It takes a lot of work to get up that big hill.
So, who would like to take the walking tour of camp? I'll admit the camera work is shaky, and I didn't realize it was as windy as it was--or else I was creating a breeze, causing a wind sound. Oops. (See, what did I tell you--oops really was the word of the year.) However, you do get cameos of my oldest male counselor and the longest-serving dad, who tries to run me over in his car. Sure, it may look like the car didn't get that close to me, but it's the camera angle. Really. Also, please enjoy my huffing and puffing. It takes a lot of work to get up that big hill.
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